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Well Groucho, I see that , well, I'll just edit this. I hope you have a nice and sunny Sunday today...

This is, quite frankly, the strangest welcome I have ever received, or ever seen for anybody else for that matter. Oh, I forgot for a second where I was, the GSCafe...Why should I be surprised?

Thanks for the welcome back White Dove, thank you very much. I'll need to look over that story a bit more to fix the typos. And, nice to see you too Cool Chef! Thanks for the "Howdy". And since you are my favorite Chef..... I caught a nice bright 18 pound King Salmon about two hours ago right off the beach on my fly rod! Yahooooo! He wasn't huge, but on that little fly rod it was a smoker! And now, I have put some Old Bay "rub" on it in prep for first, some alder smoke for about an hour in my smoker, and then the grill. Then, to complete the menu, we'll have basmati rice, and some steamed asparagus with Hollandaise sauce. Nice, simple, and, delectable! Also, a nice Merlot will accompany the meal. Now Cool Chef, what we do with the salmon when it is half grilled, is pour this sauce on it that my wife makes. It is a combination of brown sugar, soy sauce, Worcestershire Sauce, black pepper, and garlic powder. Like I began to say, when the salmon is half done, I'll take a fork and delicately poke holes in the grilling filets. Then, I'll brush on the sauce so that it seeps into the fillets and intermingles with the delicate and superb salmon slab. I'll then cover the grill and finish the grilling until perfection. And so Monsieur Chef, how does it sound Brother? If I could I have you over for dinner. But then if I did, I might be self conscious because of your cullinary expertise compared to my lack thereof. But no doubt, you'd give me a pass because of the effort, right?

Umm.....Hello?

OKC, That cracked me up! Okay: A piece of string walks into a bar and says to the bar tender; "I'd like a beer please". The bar tender looks disgustedly at the piece of string and say; "Sorry, we don't serve pieces of string here in this bar. Get out". Dejectedly, the piece of string walks out of the bar and shambles down the street. Then, the piece of string sees this guy walking along and says to him; "Hey buddy, wouldja do me a faor"? The guy says yea sure, waddya want?" The string says; "I want you to fray up the top of my string here and then tie it in a knot". The guy tells him okay and does the deed for the piece of string. Then he walks back in the bar, sits down and says to the bar tender; "Bartender, a Michelob please". The bartender, angry, says; "Hey! Aren't you that piece of string I threw outa here ten minutes ago"? And the piece of string leans forward and say; "No, I'm afraid not...." It is a better joke orally...

Well, I haven't seen that wascally Wascal for awhile. She was doing the "shout it out thing" a couple of times after the boot swung up, but I haven't seen her since. Maybe she just decided to heck with it for awhile and sai; "I go a fishin". She does love to go fishin ya know. Oh well, she'll probly be along by and by...

Speaking of Mrs. Wierwille's poodle, does anyone remember the thread about how Dr. Wierwille once said with a bunch of the good old boys standing around something like; "Ya know? If that damned poodle just up and disappeared one night, I just wouldn't be upset one little bit". And within the week "Cocoa" or whatever it's name just disappeared into thin air. Do you all remember that? I started the thread. I think it was called "Whatever happened to Mrs. Wierwille" or something like that. I'll betcha ol Word Wolf could dig that thread up. That one was kinda funny if I am remembering correctly. We never did figure out who done it. Maybe one of the killer rabid attack dogs ate it. I mean, it's be a better meal for a dog than a Squirrel, ya know?

No, TJ was not the son of old Tick of C F and S fame. "TJ" was a dog imported from Austria. I know, I still have the pedigree of my dog which shows the lineage. People just assumed that "TJ" meant "Tick Junior" because of good old Tick, the Hamburger Thief. This is true of course. VP liked hunting pheasants with the German Short Hair Pointer, loved the breed and good old Tick was acquired for that reason. The idea of raising short hairs grew from that, and somewhere along the way, it was decided that TJ would learn to be a protective dog as well a hunter.

Well ya know, even though my friend back in 79 said what he said to me, I really don't think this overt in your face fear effort was ushered in until later, after POP and the times when Craig was trying to "grab back the reins of power" through his fear, ranting and raving. But yeah Java Jane, point well made and very astute of you! Really, that's exactly what it was: a major reversal of doctrine.

Fooled Again II,Great analogy and, too funny! :) Yeah, I remember that "death analogy". I had a room mate once when I was still fairly new, the guy who under shepherded me. He told me even back in 1979, "if you ever walk away from this ministry, you'll die!" He backed that up by quoting from (Romans I think) "to be carnally minded is death. But to be spiritually minded is life and peace". Now I hadn't been planning on leaving The Way at all, but he was just explaining to me just how "deep" it was to be privileged to be involved in The Way. But I remember, thinking that the "you'll die" thing was just a "wither on the vine spiritually" kind of a thing because I believed what Romans does in fact say. But obviously many Way leaders took it literally as a physical threat. In fact, and many of you may know this: When the daughter of a Way clergy man who left the ministry was killed in a plane crash in Bosnia (the Ron Brown federal economics department entourage that all died), her death was used publicly in The Way to cow members into staying or, "if you walk away, the same thing that happened to Naomi Pouling will happen to you or your children!" When I learned that it just made me sick. I wanted to smash fists deep down ugly throats. I knew Naomi as a wonderful young teenager, and that just made me want to, well, never mind... The Truth is, God's Word really is God's Will: "His mercy endureth forever"-Psalm 119, "He will never leave us or forsake us". "The fear of man bringeth a snare, but whoso putteth his trust in the Lord shall be safe"-Proverbs 29:25. "God's promises are yeah and amen"- a verse somewhere- "Beloved, I wish above all things that thou mayest prosper and be in health" -III John 2 "But my God shall supply all your need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus"-Phillipians 4:19 "Now unto Him who is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think according to the power that worketh within us"-Eph 3:20, etc etc etc! Fooled Again 2, you said: Well, relax and enjoy the Sonshine Brother. You are OUT and it only gets better! The Word of God really is true, and you can count on it like you can count on the sun coming up. I think that the verses that really set me and my wife at ease when we left The Way were these in Ephesians: Ephesians 1:4-6 (King James Version) 4.) According as he hath chosen us in him before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and without blame before him in love: 5.) Having predestinated us unto the adoption of children by Jesus Christ to himself, according to the good pleasure of his will, 6.) To the praise of the glory of his grace, wherein he hath made us accepted in the beloved. I told my wife; "Well honey, we have been preaching that this stuff is true come hell or highwater, so, I guess it's time to believe it. The high water is here, and it's time to trust what we have been teaching". And so, life has gotten better and better. At first, we felt like a couple of moles blinking in the glorious springtime sunshine, and it has been fine and dandy ever since... :)

Yes, it is in fact speculation on your part. But since I knew the gal well, it seemed to me that the honey wagon job was perfect for her. The sewage deluge in the face was pretty gross, but, as they say, some times "sheet happens", and that certainly was no one's fault but her own...

Actually, even though I was never a high level leader, I worked the honey wagon, yet I received three assignments that I requested, assignments that I in fact enjoyed, the last one being Alaska. In fact, the honey wagon was a kick in the pants. We made fun out of the job, a job that needed to be done, for as we know, everyone, if they are alive, needs to deposit their intake somewhere. During Living Victoriously and the Rock one year, when I did it, we used to lie on top of the wagon as we passed by the teaching tent or the food tents and smile and wave to the people as if we were on a parade float, making the good people who noticed laugh as were drove by. I guess we were making the best out of a bad situation. There was this one gal on the crew, a real beauty who had always been assigned back stage of the Big Top "doing stage make up and hair" for VP and the rest of the "VIP"s year after year. But that year, she was assigned to the honey wagon, and it was just so funny to see how she acted as if she was "above it all" to be doing such a heinous thing. She talked on and on about her friendship with all the "higher ups", and all of that. One day, when she was pulling the slide valve on what she mistakenly thought was the "gray water" (non sewage) pipe, she pulled the slide valve on the sewage pipe that had not had a suction hose to the honey wagon on it. The ending result was that she got a full blast of sewage in the face and down the front of her lovely "décolletage". Spitting and coughing, and ready to puke, she ran off to the showers. I hate confess it (we knew we were bad), but we all grinned (especially the other women), at what we considered "poetic justice". Later I went and found her and coaxed her out of her RV and back to the job. It took awhile though. She kept saying; "I'm not going back! I'm a hair dresser! I do make up! I don't work no forkin .... wagon"! But eventually she came back, and she did end up back stage the next year and the next and so on, for she was good at what she did. Some fun times, those, but I just guess it depends on your perspective I 'spose...

Well then, speaking of Dogs, Q.) How do you really know how to tell that a dog is your best friend? A) Put your dog and your wife in the trunk of your car. And when you come back in an hour, which one is happy to see you?

Thanx for the welcome back Groucho. I had been sentenced to the outer reaches of cyber purgatory for being a bad boy here. But, looks like my one month sentence is up. The other person with whom I squabbled should be showing up here sometime soon I guess... Now, I wasn't commenting on CG or VP, I was just telling of my experiences with one of the dogs, TJ, the one who received training as a protective dog...

To see the words "attack dogs" distresses me somewhat. There was a dog by the name of "TJ" which stood for "Tomato Juice. He was named that, because he had gotten into a couple of skunks, and tomato juice is a "home remedy for getting rid of skunk stink. Apparently TJ had gotten into some skunks. I know, because for fourteen years, I owned the grand son of "TJ", and he was a wonderful and faithful dog. AND, he too got into three skunks during his lifetime. TJ was in fact trained by a professional to do protective work, and after his training, Chris Geer, who had been educated by the trainers, became TJ's handler. I knew TJ personally, and got to see him demonstrate his abilities a few of times as Chris Geer, our Corps Coordinator at Gunnison showed us his skills. TJ was trained to protect and not to attack. During one demonstration, Chris had one of my Corps Brothers, Lee, pretend to sneak up on Chris in a "menacing way" while Chris casually explained to us what would happen while holding TJ on a leash. Even as Lee was still unseen but creeping down the steps from the upstairs area above where we were having dinner, TJ seemed to know that some menace was approaching from that area. As Lee entered the room where we were, TJ never took his eyes off of him. As Lee got closer, TJ began the low rumble of a growl. Chris said to TJ; "Watch him, watch him..." Chris explained to us that TJ was trained to only "lunge" when the attacker was advancing in a aggressive manner, but would instantly back off when the attacker backed off. And so, as Lee was only about five feet away and Chris had the leash very well shortened up, Chris told Lee to lunge forward yet "not too close". We all laughed nervously, including Lee. Lee then lunged forward at Chris, and TJ then lunged at Lee while Chris held TJ from actually grabbing Lee. For about ten seconds TJ barked and endeavored to "eat Lee" while Lee continued to be aggressive towards Chris Geer, waving his hands and such. Then, Chris told Lee to back off and stop acting in a menacing manner, which Lee, most happily did. The moment Lee retreated, TJ backed off and sat down and nervously eyed Lee. Chris then used the command; "Out!" and TJ returned in "heel position" to Chris's side. THEN, Chris said to Lee; "Now Lee, if you are up for it, I want you to reach out and pet TJ". Of course we all who were watching (about 45 of us) all said at the same time; "Whoaaa!" And Lee, a fairly fearless sort of guy reached out tentatively and began to pet TJ. TJ in turned became all smiles, wagging his tail, and Lee and TJ became friends. Mind you, Chris had asked if anyone wanted to volunteer to do what Lee did. He was not made to do it. Chris told us that if no one wanted to do it, then the demonstration wouldn't proceed. For us in attendance, it was a cool learning experience concerning dog training, and highly entertaining! We were amazed at how well trained TJ was. Yes, TJ was trained to be a protective dog, but not an "attack dog". Many times at Gunnison, TJ would be at large running the entire grounds (the breed needs to run like you and I need oxygen), and he never hurt a soul. One day, while I was fishing the Gunnison River behind Dr. Wierwille's cabin, I hooked a nice Brown Trout of about sixteen inches. While fighting this fish, a brown streak to my left flew through the air and landed in the water and went swimming toward my splashing trout at the end of my line. When TJ got there, he was trying to grab it with his mouth, and I was cussing up a storm telling TJ to "get the hell away from my fish you lousy piece of dang mongrel"! And then, TJ knocked the fish off my line, and TJ swam to shore. I continued cussing him until I heard a deep laugh coming from shore. It was Dr. Wierwille laughing and slapping his knee at the humor of it all. He said; "Piece of dang mongrel huh? Haha!" He seemed pretty tickled by it, and I too began to laugh... Now why did VP need a protective dog? I don't know. Just "to be cool" maybe to boost his image of importance, or, he was afraid someone would kill him. There is some story about someone trying to shoot him once. But that aside, I knew TJ during his prime, and he only acted aggressive during that demonstration incident and two others just like it as far as I know. My dog "Mr. Starbuck Von Der Weg (Von Der Weg means "Of The Way" in German), grandson of TJ was wonderful. And, he protected my kids on a number of occasions from other dogs, as well as one time a scroungy dude approached our car and was trying to get my kids to unlock the car door so that he could "talk to them" while we were within eyesight inside a store. But what he did get when Starbuck figured out from the back of the station wagon what was going on was a face full of snarling dog inside the window! And that guy ran off as I ran out to the car because of what I had seen through the store window! Cool that was, and I was glad that TJ's blood flowed in my dog's veins... Guns and a protective dog? I never could figure that out. I always figured like Romans says; "With God before you, who can be against you?" I always figured God's protection was good enough. But, maybe God wanted me to have Starbuck for just that one occasion when I hadn't paid good enough attention to my kids. Hey. No apologizing for CG and VP here, but it seems sometimes, at least in this case, that some of the negative things in The Way get blown out of proportion a bit, and in the case of the "attack dogs", I know the score on that one, and the dog thing wasn't all that evil. They were great bird dogs also...

Well, thank you so very much for the happy birthday wishes! I turned 51 years young yesterday, and enjoyed hanging sheetrock at the brand new high school here in Juneau. Thankful to be healthy and able to work and provide. The temps here have been in the high thirties and low forties. It was sunny the other day though, and was as warm as forty nine! But spring is springing. The bears are out and marauding peoples' improperly stored garbage cans, the skunk cabbage shoots are coming up (bright yellow and pretty!) in the swampy areas along side the roads, and the eagles have paired up and have been performing their wild aerobatics as the court each other in the sky. Last night, my wife and I, and my best man and maid of honor friends Blue and Deb, had dinner at a nice restaurant, and we all had "Halibut Olympia", and a few glasses of Cabernet. The wife and kids bought me a cool new gas grill, and a Washington Redskins construction hard hat is on the way. I bought myself a new king crab pot to set in a "secret place" where the king crab abound and look fwd to catching many. Thanks again folks. May your springtime be a time of renewed health and vigor, and renewed enjoyment in Life! God bless you all! JL

Well, I liked the article anyway. Glad to see that old gal prevail against that scum sucking pig. Nice to see some good old "frontier justice" win out against today's lower form of whale .... who perpetrate such heartless crimes against our fellow Beings...

Thought y'all might like this. Love to see this old gal's spunk and determination... 95-Year-Old Holds Off Burglar With Screwdriver posted 4:31 pm Wed April 23, 2008 - Bartlesville, Okla. reporter: Bill Mitchell posted by: Nathan Halverson tags: burglar • home invasion • elderly • wheel chair NewsChannel 8 - 95-Year-Old Holds Off Burglar With Screwdriver NewsChannel 8 - Share 95-Year-Old Holds Off Burglar With Screwdriver NewsChannel 8 - Print 95-Year-Old Holds Off Burglar With Screwdriver NewsChannel 8 - Email 95-Year-Old Holds Off Burglar With Screwdriver NewsChannel 8 - RSS Feeds NewsChannel 8 - Send 95-Year-Old Holds Off Burglar With Screwdriver via Instant Messager NewsChannel 8 - Share This Article Stay on top of breaking news! Sign up for NewsChannel 8 e-mail alerts. Your Email: Armed only with a screwdriver, a 95-year-old woman in a wheel chair kept a burglar from breaking into her home by repeatedly stabbing his hand. It was 3 a.m. when a 95-year-old Bartlesville woman heard somebody break the glass on her front door and push the door open. When a hand came inside and tried to unlock the door, she stabbed it. Again and again. She stabbed that hand many times over the next hour, say Bartlesville Police. The woman would not leave the door for fear the man would break in while she was calling for help. Eventually, the man gave up. When police arrived, they found the bloody suspect passed out on the front porch with dozens of stab wounds to his lower arms and hands. "What do you tell your friends in jail about where did you get those wounds, asks a neighbor, Gerri Lynn Grindle. "I don't know that he's going to tell anybody he got them from a little old lady confined to a wheel chair." The elderly woman told a neighbor she was going to get the screw driver gold plated and put it on a pedestal to serve as a warning to anybody else who tried to break in. The suspect, 46-Year-Old Robert Horsley, is in jail facing one count of first-degree burglary. Email To A Friend Email This Article

I have a great name for a female dog. In fact, male or female, I like it alot. I had a dog, a sweet pup German Shorthair, and I named him this name. But, the sweet young rascal had a rare blood disease, and he died before he was even five months old. But, his name was......."Rhino". I loved that name for a dog. I loved to be able to yell: "Rhiii-NO!" with a really gravelly voice. And if he had been a she, I could also say; "Well yeah, she's a cute little Rhino..." And so, one day, when it's my turn to get a new pup, I think I'll name him....."Sue". No wait! I mean "Rhiiii-NO"! We had another sweet pup who was a German Wirehair Pointer (GWP). And this young fella was a dandy! He was from a kennel in Toronto, and we paid some good bucks for him. The name of the Kennel was "Darkwing Kennels". And so, since no one accepted my proposal for the Way Of Alaska's motto of "The Salt Of The North" (they went with "God's Northern Lights"-Oh how original-roll eyes) back in the day, I decided to name our new pup with his fancy "kennel name": "Darkwing Salt Of The North", or, "Salty" for short. There was a lot of heart behind that name, because I have been a "salty dog" since I have been going to sea since I was sixteen as a Merchant Marine, and that name was just perfect because we still live in Alaska. We called him "Salty", "Salty Dog", and it was just plain swell! Until one dark day, someone stole our Salty Dog! He wasn't even six months old and had been our "heart's bandaid" after little Rhino took and went and up and died. And so, we were heartsick, and my wife was nearly un-consolable. But time has gone on since Salty went away, and we are NOT to be without a dawg. So now we have "Mokey", a young five month old German Wirehair, and krikey! He's a beauty! We named him "Mokey" because of a story about a little monkey named Mokey that I invented and used to tell my kids when they were little. And so, you may, if you wish Jen, use the names "Rhino" or Salty". But if not, think of cool things that relate to your own life or your family and kids when coming up with a name! Something that might remind you and your family of earlier times that were blessed times. Or, just name her..............Fang! Haha! (I like funny names) Hey, cool thread.... "Jonny"

And based on this sarcastic comment, every one should take PFAL, read the book, and then make a decision about whether it is good or bad. Maybe I'm wrong, but somehow I don't think you'd recommend that Bramble? And also, I have heard with my own ears and seen with my own eyes Oprah saying that she has abandoned the belief that Jesus Christ is the way for people to be saved. That Jesus is NOT the only way to God the Father. And so, I abandon considering anything she has to say about spirituality since she has cast Jesus Christ aside as mankind's only hope for salvation, for, Jesus said; "I am the way, the truth and the life. No man comes unto the Father but by the son....." She's just another "new agey" person with a butt load of money who is trying to make herself feel good with self righteous good works. But we are not justified by good works. The good news is, hopefully, is that maybe she was born again long long ago in the Christian church(es) that she was brought up in. And that's cool, because God's mercy and grace is that big...

"People Get Ready" with Jeff Beck (awesome guitar!) and Rod Stewart with his oh so fine vocals. An awesome song about the Hope of Christ's Return. I have always loved it. It is very inspiring. Sorry I can't provide a "you tube" connection, but, if you want to down load it for listening purposes, it shouldn't be too hard...

it Well, my Tlingit friends here in Alaska do not live on a Rez, and they are American Indians,period. Fortunately, they are simply proud of their heritage, but prefer to be Americans First. Thank God for that mind set amongst them. They have and are continuiing to emerge beautifully. A very good friend is State Representative Bill Thomas ®, of Haines, Alaska. He's all Indian and ALL American. Just because they have decided to assimilate into American Society does not take away from their "Indian-ness".

Pond, by your description of the Rez, it seems as if your Grandmother was blessed by having been sold to that white man so that she and her kids could be American Citizens as opposed to a life on the Rez...

What's GW got to do with this? And, I didn't know that about the mercury Rhino. I just use them to save on my electric bill. Hmmmmm

I think a good deal of the problem may have to do with genetics. Europeans have been drinking alcohol for centuries and centuries. Wine, brandy, hard liquor etc. And when "White Man" (Europeans) showed up and introduced the Red Man to alcohol, the tolerance level amongst our Red Brothers was so low, that it hurt them far more than was expected. To this day, here in Alaska, I see many an Indian far more "ruined" by alcohol than the many White alcoholics that I know. I know many a White guy who is an alcoholic who is also very productive when it comes to work, paying the bills, being responsible in the pecuniary matters of life, etc, but is still an alcoholic. But when it comes to the many Red Men here who drink, they just do not handle it well at all, and become extremely non productive, complacent, and willing to waste each and every day in a drunken stupor. Shoot, a young man who used to come to my twig with his Mom back in 1982 when he was only fourteen, came up to me on the downtown street and "pan handled" money from me, and it was sooo sad. I looked at him and said; "Joe? Is that you? Why, you are so big and tall!" And he was so bleary eyed and drunk, and he broke into tears and hugged me saying; "Kevin! Kevin! I loved you Kevin!" and I was choked to the max. And, thank God I actually had no money in my pocket, so I could honestly say that I didn't have anything to give him. I wanted to give, but then again, I didn't want to give him booze money either, And so, I was let off the hook by not having any money. I did get his number from him, but, as it turns out, his cousin told me that he had moved back to Hoonah (a tiny Native village) by the time I had called him. But I think that because the North American Native Americans had no access to hard booze over the centuries, the effect on them is way worse on them than it is on we of European descent...